If this stalemate continued, he would be the one to suffer. The Battle Dragon Formation only lasted for the time it takes two incense sticks to burn. He had already used up half of that time. What should he do? Jie Donglai thought about it.
Originally, he had planned on using the Core Formation cultivators' sword formation to trap his opponent for a while. Then, he could attack and kill his opponent in one move. But at the critical moment, the elders were afraid. He had no choice but to personally attack. Unfortunately, he didn't expect his opponent to see through him.
Now that he was riding a tiger, he couldn't back down. He stared at Wang Lin in silence.
Wang Lin glanced at his opponent and pulled Li Muwan back another ten feet. The mockery in his eyes became even stronger.
Jie Donglai let out a sigh and retreated to the dragon's head. He took a deep breath and calmly said, "Forget it. The Old Man admits defeat." As he spoke, he lightly tapped the dragon's head with his foot. Waves of spiritual energy flowed from his body back into the dragon's head.
The dragon's eyes became brighter and brighter. A thick ring of spiritual energy quickly spread from the dragon's head. Jie Donglai's body began to tremble as his spiritual energy flowed out. His face revealed a pained expression.
Slowly, his expression became more and more pained. His swollen body began to shrink. Finally, he was panting heavily as he half-knelt on the dragon's head. His entire person seemed to have aged a few decades. He raised his head and weakly said, "The Old Man admits defeat. From now on, I will listen to your orders. This is the order of the Fighting Evil Sect's headmaster."
As he spoke, his hands trembled as he took out a triangular purple token the size of his palm. He forced out a sliver of spiritual energy and the token slowly floated forward.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He looked at Jie Donglai and then at the token. Suddenly, his pupils contracted. Without a word, he pulled Li Muwan back another ten feet.
The moment Wang Lin retreated, an afterimage of Jie Donglai appeared in front of him. The afterimage turned into a ray of sword light and stabbed toward Wang Lin at an extremely fast speed.
Wang Lin's speed was already very fast, but he was still slower than the flying sword. After retreating more than 300 feet, the flying sword flashed and stabbed toward his chest.
The flying sword's speed was too fast, almost as fast as the crystal light sword's teleportation.
In the time it takes for a spark to fly off of a flint, the flying sword stabbed into Wang Lin's chest. In that instant, the flying sword came to a sudden halt. The defensive power of the flood dragon leather armor blocked a bit of the attack. Wang Lin's right hand's two fingers were like pincers, clamping down on the blade of the sword.
Wang Lin's face darkened. His opponent's flying sword was impossible to defend against. Fortunately, he was more than a thousand feet away. From the moment the flying sword shot out to the moment it neared him, there was more or less a slight delay. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The flying sword trembled a few times and immediately shattered from the center. A black flame spread out from the sword and silently enveloped the entire sword, quickly turning it into ashes.
The moment the black flames appeared, Wang Lin relaxed his fingers. He stared coldly at Jie Donglai, who was on the dragon's head.
Jie Donglai's eyes were filled with regret. His body turned into dust and disappeared.
This final attack was his trump card, and also the greatest secret of his life.
"This … he's a sword cultivator!"
Li Muwan lightly covered her mouth. Her face was filled with shock. The scene just now still made her heart tremble.
There were many sword cultivators in ancient times, but now, very few people only cultivated one flying sword. Instead, they used the flying sword as one of their treasures.
Sword cultivators, whether it was speed or attack, were several times higher than ordinary cultivators. At the same time, there were many sword cultivation mantras. Only by learning the top level mantras and obtaining a top-grade flying sword could one truly display the terrifying strength of a sword cultivator.
Jie Donglai's sword chants were clearly not good, and the quality of his flying sword was also ordinary. Otherwise, with the powerful attack of a sword cultivator and his mid stage Core Formation cultivation, he would have already swept through Nan Dou City. He wouldn't have been suppressed here.
In a one on one fight, his flying sword could win by surprise. However, when there were many enemies, he couldn't split his attacks, so he only had one chance to kill himself.
In this final attack, Jie Donglai shot out the sword orb inside his body. This sword orb was actually his golden core. He originally planned on winning by surprise, but unfortunately, he failed in the end.
With Jie Donglai's death, the happiest were the two brothers, Mu Nan and Mu Bei. They looked at each other and immediately understood what was going on. At the same time, they kneeled in the direction of Wang Lin and shouted, "Welcome, Headmaster!"
Shang Guanmo secretly cursed the Mu brothers for being shameless, but he quickly flew to Wang Lin's side. With a serious expression, he bowed respectfully and said, "Congratulations, Master, on becoming the Fighting Evil Sect's headmaster."
The ten elders of the Fighting Evil Sect all put away their flying swords. Their faces were filled with embarrassment. After pondering for a while, they all bowed toward Wang Lin. The meaning behind their actions was self-evident.
As for the tens of thousands of disciples on the dragon's scale, most of their spiritual energy had been used up by Jie Donglai. At this moment, they all struggled to get up and looked at the blood red "Punish" above Wang Lin's head. It looked like it could drip blood at any moment.
Wang Lin didn't feel any joy at Jie Donglai's death. Instead, he felt a sense of helplessness. There was no right or wrong in the world of cultivation, only the strong preyed on the weak. In order to survive, he had to destroy everything that threatened him. He could imagine that if he hadn't come looking for him, the Fighting Evil Sect would have retaliated endlessly.
If he wanted to protect himself, then he had to let everyone know that he was someone that couldn't be provoked. If they provoked him, the consequences would be very serious. Wang Lin's first show of strength in the Sea of Devils had ended.
This time, Xiao Chen's display of might was very successful. At the very least, there was no one within five hundred thousand kilometers of Nandou City who did not know about it. The might built up from a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses quickly made everyone who wanted to kill him give up on that thought.
Looking at the tens of thousands of cultivators kneeling before him, Wang Lin raised his head. He looked at the inner sea and thought, "Teng Huayuan, in order to get revenge, I don't care if I become an immortal or a devil. As long as I can increase my strength, so what?!"
He sneered, pointed at Shang Guanmo, and said, "From today onwards, you are the head teacher of the Fighting Evil Sect!"
Shang Guanmo was startled. He was about to speak, but when he saw the coldness in Wang Lin's eyes, his heart trembled. He quickly swallowed the words he wanted to say and nodded.
"Prepare a secret room for me. I'm going into closed door cultivation." After Wang Lin said this, he pulled Li Muwan toward the Fighting Evil Sect.
The secret room was quickly prepared. It was the place Jie Donglai had built for himself. It was inside the dragon's head. Wang Lin sat down and looked at Li Muwan, who had a complicated expression on her face. He said, "After I finish my closed door cultivation, I'll send you back. Now, you can do whatever you want." With that, he closed his eyes and silently cultivated.
Li Muwan stared at Wang Lin. After a long time, she softly said, "Thank you …" With that, she felt her heart tighten and left the dragon's head.
After she left, Wang Lin opened his eyes. There was no trace of ruthlessness in his eyes. Instead, there was a rare trace of confusion. This confusion became stronger and stronger until it turned into sadness. He couldn't help but think back to the past … "Tie Zhu, you're not young anymore. In these past few years, many families have found matchmakers. Mom heard that even immortals can get married. Since you're back, don't leave. Come with mom and see them. If there's a good one, we can say we'll be together."
"Little brat, there are already children running around your age in the village."
"Son's mother, why do you keep thinking? Our family's Tie Zhu is an immortal. Do you know what an immortal is?
How can a wife be a mortal?
Tie Zhu's meaning is to find an immortal daughter-in-law for you. Do you understand? "
"What's so good about being an immortal? Even an immortal can not return home for five years. If I have an immortal daughter-in-law, they might not even come back once in ten years."
"Okay, listen to your dad. Kid, your standards are too high. You don't like the girls in the village. Mom will wait and see what kind of wife you bring back."
"Mom, don't worry. Your son will definitely bring back a good daughter-in-law for you."
Gradually, two streams of blood flowed down from Wang Lin's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly.
After a long time, he wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes. He slapped the wall with his right hand. Immediately, the dragon's mouth slowly closed.
After placing a few more formations around him, Wang Lin placed his right hand between his eyebrows. His divine sense gathered on the heaven defying bead in his sea of consciousness. His body suddenly disappeared. At this moment, the giant "punish" word above his head also disappeared.
This was the first time Wang Lin entered the heaven defying bead's space after reaching the Core Formation realm. The moment he entered, Shang Guanmo, who was yelling at the Core Formation elders, suddenly trembled. He could clearly feel that the terrifying evil star had disappeared.
To be more accurate, his soul blood had disappeared.
There was no trace of it left behind. This immediately frightened him. He quickly jumped out and looked at the dragon's head. After a long time, he slowly turned back. His face was full of surprise.
Li Muwan, who had just walked down from the dragon's body, was also startled. She looked up at the dragon's head. After a while, she let out a sigh.
Somewhere in the dream space, Situ Nan's giant nascent soul was floating in the air. His eyes were closed. Inside his almost transparent body, there was a faint flow of spiritual energy.
Beside him, there were two faint milky white balls of light quietly floating on either side.
Wang Lin stood below the nascent soul and stared at the two balls of light. He powerlessly knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times. He muttered to himself, "Father, mother, don't worry. Tie Zhu will definitely bring back a good wife for you, but not now …" After a long time, Wang Lin took a deep breath and looked up at Situ Nan's nascent soul. His eyes were filled with deep gratitude as he whispered, "Situ, don't worry. I have already reached the Core Formation stage. After that, I will reach the Nascent Soul stage and then the Soul Formation stage. When that time comes, I will definitely send you out of here and choose a body for you. This is my promise to you!"
With that, Wang Lin stood up and bowed deeply to Situ Nan's nascent soul. Then his body flashed and he disappeared.
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